I.
My first thought when I came around was, "One day, I'm going to walk out of that club under my own power." My second thought was, "What is that noise?"
As got my bearings, it became clear the noise was music and splashing. I was in a chair, I realized. A chair on the patio between the pool and the hot tub. There was quite the little party going on. From what I could tell, we seemed to bring all the girls back that we took out. That was good. No search parties needed. Also, from where I sat, it appeared that I was the only guy that we took into the club that made it back to the pool. "Call me Ishmael", I said to no one. I liked the Pep Boys, but it's not like we were blood brothers or something. As for the boys the girls collected along the way, I really didn't get a chance to meet any of them. Provided no cops showed up in the morning asking questions about a budding Navy SEAL found fucked to death in the bathroom of the night club, I was largely indifferent.
I shifted in my chair and noted that my shoulder hurt like hell. I'd been getting unintentional banged up during the last couple of nights' sexual escapades, but nothing like this. I tried to put it through its full range of motion. I could, but it was pretty painful. I felt pretty banged up all over. I took a deep breath and my ribs hurt. I opened my shirt and had bruises all over my chest. The last thing I recalled was that incredible release with Pudge and Nadia riding on top of me. I'd been hurt during sex with both of them before, but I didn't think anything like that happened this night. I was puzzled, but figure there was probably a reasonable explanation. For all I knew, whichever one of the Valkyries carried me to this Valhalla was a little rough in the handling.
From what I could tell the guys had been pretty easily replaced -- there seemed to be between twelve and 15 college age guys in and around the pool and the hot tub. We'd also picked up a couple of girls. Our girls, as I had come to think of them, were all in sight.
Midge was in the pool. She was wearing a modest athletic-type dark blue bikini. I could see as she pulled herself out of the deep end it and walked to the diving board that its bottoms were low-riding straight across her hips -- showing off her solid abs and hip flexors. It was paired with a sports-bra type top also in navy blue. Midge went to the diving board, walked to the end, jumped, and sprang into a graceful dive. I was reminded of Nadia doing the same dive sans swimsuit the day we arrived.
One guy, a six-foot-tall, broad-shouldered lifeguard type whose bravery clearly outpaced his sense, swam to where Midge broke the surface and tried to playfully dunk her. She was way too fast for him. She grabbed his hands as he made his move. She dove under the water dragging him down to the bottom of the diving well as she went. I held my breath in solidarity with the hapless fellow. My lungs were soon burning. I could see him struggling, but he might as well be trying to bring a steamship's anchor to the surface for all the good it did him. Midge looked like she was waiting patiently for her order in the Starbucks drive thru. "Christ," I thought to myself- are men and women even the same species anymore?"
I was forced to exhale, so I figured Midge's netted dolphin was at his breaking point. He struggled even more violently. Finally Midge relented and brought both of them to the surface. The guy got in half a breath then Midge wrapped an arm around him and locked him in a kiss. She swam both of them into the far corner of the deep end. She held the sides of the pool with her arms and wrapped her legs around him while she continued her forcible kiss while grinding on him.
Bella was dancing with several guys and girls on the far side of the pool. Was also wearing a bikini. Hers was red and high-legged accentuating her curves. The wired-bra top struggled to contain her huge tits despite all its engineered strength. She had one guy grinding on her from behind and another from the front. There were a few other girls I didn't recognize doing much the same. Around the part of the patio cleared for dancing where some guys in chairs who, from their battered looks, had already had a spin on the dance floor with Bella and the other vixens.
In a dark corner of the patio, on a lounge chair I made out Beth's wild red hair. She was writhing on some guy - both of them under a large blanket. I recognized her victim -- it was Moe -- I guess we did have one survivor -- for now. I saw the guy spasm as though cumming. Beth either didn't notice or was indifferent as her movements continued. The guy started to struggle to free himself, but he wasn't going anywhere. She clamped both his hands over his head with one of hers and silenced him by gagging his mouth with the other. The chair rocked and jumped as she pounded the poor guy mercilessly.
Over in the hot tub, Misty it seemed had given up on men for the evening. She was chatting with another girl -- a woman, really. A large blonde woman in a black one-piece. I recognized the woman as her heavily muscled form emerged from the water -- her back rippled more than the water she's stepped out of. It was "Zap" -- I had no idea what her real name was. She was one of the bouncers from the club. A guy came over and struck up a conversation with the coed and the bouncer. He was of moderate build, tanned, with light brown hair. He seemed like a confident sort. He must have just made a boast or something, judging from the looks the women exchanged. Misty looked at Zap as the latter got back into the hot tub. It was a "Oh, really?" look shared between to two women. Misty said something to the man. The bouncer, sitting back down, raised her muscular arm and pointed a finger at the guy. She moved her index finger in a down-the-up motion -- the universal "Drop 'em" sign. The guy complied. I probably should have looked away. I was too impressed with the man's confidence; I wanted to see this through.
The guy dropped his shorts. I will give it to him, he was not small. From this distance, I could see was definitely bigger than me -- probably a solid nine inches with proportional girth. Misty and Zap looked at each other a nodded with approval. The gut started to get into the hot tub -- I gathered the deal was, if he was as large as he said, he could join them. I was wrong.
"Oh, this should be good." It was Beth, wrapped in a towel. I guessed she was giving the guy on the chaise lounge a breather.
"What are they doing?" I asked.
"Watch," Beth said, sitting on the arm of the chair.
As the guy started to climb in, Misty held up her hand and the guy stopped climbing in. She looked at the bouncer, smiled, and stood up. The man's eyes went wide as Misty stood. I first noticed the back of her black bikini top -- it was an intricate crisscross type. Then her ass about half contained in a pair of black boy short bottoms followed by those fabulous legs. There was something else, though -- some kind of straps. I realized what it was as she turned and revealed she was wearing a strap-on -- a very large strap-on. The thing was a life-like Caucasian-flesh model. It had to be at least a foot long and as thick as my wrist. It had some weight to it as it dangled rather than bounced as Misty walk toward the guy.
The man had a full boner now but was still dwarfed by what Misty was packing. She put her hand on the base of hers and slapped the guy on his ass with it as she walked around him. Then she used it to smack his erect, but far smaller dick on the top. She did this a couple of times, then put her arm around the guy. He looked a little scared.
"A bet's a bet," Beth said from the arm of the chair. That brought a puzzled look from me. Beth laughed, "Misty likes boys and girls. She usually gets that thing out when getting with a girl at a party, but usually hides it." In this case, I observed, under the bubbles of the hot tub. "Usually it's just to use on the girl. That one looks like she could take it," Beth said gesturing with her glass toward the larger woman in the tub. "I thought she was going to break me in half with that monster," she offered -- pretended I missed the implication of what she'd said -- I didn't. She continued, "Anyway, if some guy comes along and tries to insert himself in her plans, she will say something like, 'How about we bet that whoever has the biggest cock gets to do the fucking?' Of course, the guy agrees, as he thinks he has the only cock there." She paused to take a drink -- it smelled like straight tequila. The she went on, "Then out comes the big gun. She usually does like she just did -- showing the poor bastard how much bigger and stronger hers is than his -- basically scaring the shit of him before she fucks it out of him. Then she brings the guy into a threesome, but it's not gonna go like he'd hoped." She giggled, "Watch." She gestured toward the hot tub again.
Misty had her arm around the guy. He did look terrified but nodded when she seemed to ask him something. I guess that's what passes for consent these days, saying out loud, "Well, you did say that... you could go if you want... no don't mind that arm around you that could rip your head off your shoulders before you could turn around to run... oh, and don't bother running -- you'll just die tired."
"Hush," admonished the petite ginger, "This is the good part."
Misty helped the guy into the hot tub. She pointed to Zap. The guy floated over to the much larger woman and sat on her lap or between her legs. The muscular woman wrapped her arms around the guy's arms and upper body. I thought about Becky back at school. She was slightly built and maybe 110lbs. She'd locked my wrist with her hand and moved it with little effort despite my resisting as hard as I could. Looking at the bouncer's triceps and biceps flex just a little as she wrapped this poor guy up, it was pretty clear he wasn't going anywhere.
Misty came up in front of them. "Oh no," I said out loud.
